Uh

Yeah, yeah, yeah

C'mon c'mon

What what what

C'mon (come bitch)

C'mon c'mon

(come bitch)





When y'all niggas run on my block

You gon get it

And that bitch you tryin to pop (i done hit that)

I done hit it

You still tryin to find my style?

You gon get lost

And those that think they can touch

Gon get taught

Sure we can flow till my gun

Had to go off (blahhh)

I do a hundred in the wind

On the turnpike

All you hear is we-we-ween

That's a dirt bike

And you can put em up or shut em up

Cuz when we get em up we hit em up

Hoes ain't good enough

My fire's gonna make dust

Now who the one do the talkin? (who dat?)

Y'all niggas gonna split a coffin

You can call that 50/50

Break it down to the nitty-gritty (uh-huh)

Now what you see is

Whatcha gon get

That's .58, dead weight, chrome straight, your face

Now let me see ya get em up

Bob and weave back

Since when, a nigga be through his pack?

Now when it come down to my shit

Betta leave that

C'mon c'mon



[chorus: drag-on & various- 2x's]:



Your hoe don't wanna be mine?

Better save your daughter

Your coke compared to mine

Is baking soda

Y'all niggas want a war?

Better send yo' soldiers

My life is on the line

For the new world order





Soon i'm gonna flow over

(like what?) like water (c'mon)

When niggas be drownin

They look smaller

I don't give a fuck what they might call ya

It can be moe or cristal

I'll pour ya

I'm done with the hype shit

I keep a tight grip (my gun)

But only then (what's that?)

A bullet might slip

Growin up in these here streets

Is gritty

We don't do a lot of talkin

In this city

It's down to pap pap pap

No pity (my gun)

Then woo-woo woo-woo (police)

Go sirens

While drag-dash-on

Is hidin

Cuz we don't do a lot of runnin

I keep firin

And as long as they payin

A few's dyin

I don't care if it's plastic or iron

It's like the money in my pocket

I'll fold ya

And if your niggas ain't tell you

I shoulda told ya

C'mon, c'mon



[chorus 2x]



When my niggas swing this sawed off (blahhh)

Get ya shit blown off (uh-huh)

Cuz if y'all niggas looking for a fist fight

Shit, well not tonight

Cuz when we swing them things (lights out)

You gon see the light

I don't care if it's heaven or hell

They won't bite

Y'all niggas got beef with drag-on?

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon

Y'all niggas is gettin too close

Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up

Y'all niggas gonna make my gun go

Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka!!

Ruff ryder gonna make sure y'all don't

Come back

The only nigga that's allowed to come back

Is a nigga that smoke the crack

And when it come down to our g-stacks

We want that

Now let me see you count that (my money)

We don't want no ones back (my money)

Them tens and twenties

Is how i like to see my money

And i'ma run like i'm on hot sand (hot sand)

With my shoes off (hot shit)

Make sure nobody make a move

Till the crew's off

And i mean this game i wins

And you lost

And the only way they gonna catch me

Is on the cover of the new source

C'mon c'mon



[chorus 4x]


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